Chapter 275:
I could tell he was trying to read me, recalibrating his words. Typical Devin. He was the smartest and most calculating among us, unlike Dax, who was carefree and playful.
“Sneaky bastard, I know you’ve had your fill with her. Just don’t feel bad when we confiscate her for a week and fuck her until she doesn’t have the strength to part her legs for you anymore,” he said, letting out a burst of hearty laughter and hitting the bed repeatedly with his hand.
I shut my eyes as his words hit me, stirring a dangerous storm inside.
My blood boiled with anger as his laughter filled my ears. He was lucky he was part of my circle, otherwise, I would have decapitated him.
No one dared make light of topics like this, especially after seeing the expression on my face.
“Damon, the horny bastard. He can never change. He’s always hard,” he erupted into more laughter.
“By the way, how is our pup? Hope he’s kicking, and hope you haven’t bored a hole in his head with your fat cock.” Dax was the first to laugh, followed by Devin.
Their laughter only made my anger grow.
Dax’s words cut through me, sharp and relentless. They were like lashes, tearing at my skin.
I wanted to endure it all… but for how long?
If I wasn’t careful, I would explode.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the inferno rising within me before muttering a few words.
Sadness washed over me at their ignorance.
Lᴀt𝑒st chαptєrs in ɢ𝓪lnovels.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The innocent smiles and jokes that spilled from their lips showed that they didn’t know the fate of Ivy and the pup. It was a pity.
My head slumped in bitterness as I fought to keep the tears from flooding.
I wasn’t comfortable when anyone spoke of Ivy. It was a sensitive topic that threatened to expose my vulnerability.
I hated weaknesses.
I slowly raised my head amid their laughter, turning my gaze away from them. My eyes met Jasper’s long face, and he gave me a sympathetic look.
My teeth gritted in warning; I didn’t want anyone’s pity.
“Should I tell them?” he asked through our mind link, but I shook my head, discouraging him. I watched him let out a sigh.
He was worried for me, but most of all, he was scared about my brothers’ reaction to the sad news.
“Do you think this is the right time to break the news to them?” he asked cautiously.
“They will get over it, just like I did,” I responded, blocking the mind link.
My conscience booed me for lying.
I hadn’t gotten over Ivy’s death.
“Why are you silent? There’s this melancholic glare exchanged between you and Jasper,” Devin said, his curious gaze fixed on us.
